Chapter 30 Never Let Me Go

  Melanie's PoV

  The scent of pine and the soft crackle of the fire blend into a comforting symphony as Morgan and I nestle into the aged leather couch together. A patchwork quilt, woven with threads of forgotten stories, drapes over us, its weight a shared shield against the mountain's chill. The television flickers with the slightly off color hues of a classic Christmas movie, but my focus isn't on the screen. It's on the man beside me- this enigma of strength and vulnerability, his fingers laced with mine.

  "Remember this one?" I murmur, gesturing toward the figures dancing across the TV. "It's the one where they find love in a snowed-in inn."

  "Hard to forget," he replies, his voice a low rumble, tinged with amusement. "Seems fitting for us."